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New Irregulars of Astro City

Hey Dizzy, the woman on the bench could be Davika... or not. Idk if this might jump start some ideas?

Sam, join the fight!

New Irregulars of Astro City

Spaceman hadn’t been in the city long, maybe about two months, and was still getting use to it. The biggest change was the amount of work, namely super villains. Back in Ohio, heroes are mostly part-timers, keeping dark alleys safe from thugs, and most of the villains are jokes. Here in Astro City, there seemed to be daily occurrences of super-crime, or at least weird-crime. Lately, it has seemed to get even weirder.

Luckily, the afternoon wasn’t as weird as the morning. Spaceman had heard some chatter about anarchist punks were parading and berating in the park. This is more like Ohio villains. Normal. No live-feeds. No energy draining. Just some good old fashioned idiots.

Spaceman flew over the park, getting a general overview of the situation. He recognized his fellow Irregular, Midas the Golden Man, who was defending the statue of Silver Agent with a tree. He seemed to be holding off the crowd occupying the park.

On the other side of the park, Spaceman saw a young woman sitting alone on a bench. The red roustabouts were getting closer to her. Deciding that the lone civilian would probably need more help than Midas, Spaceman angled his flight to intercept the hooligans.

Young Justice 2020

“First, you need to go back to the Earthly realm. You cannot accomplish our task here in the Tower, where Nabu has so much power. You must also take me with you.”

The memory of Kent Nelson’s instruction passed through Phil’s mind. He awoke, not in the Tower of Fate, but in the newly renovated infirmary in the Young Justice base. He groped around his neck until his fingers found it: the Amulet of Anubis. It worked then, just as Kent – er, Mr. Nelson had said. First step down.

“Where are you, you cowering cretin?!” Nabu’s voice sounded even more distant now. “Come back here! I will destroy you for such insolence!”

Kent’s voice once more floated to the top of Phil’s memory.

“Do not worry about Nabu for now. He can neither control you nor read your thoughts as long as you do not don the Helm of Nabu. When you need magic, you will be able to draw on my power, as well as that of the Amulet of Anubis

“I will teach you the spell we need. Due to your binding to the Helm, it must be you that casts the spell. Unfortunately, you lack the magical finesse needed. I will teach you all I can in this short while. However, you will need to practice in the Earthly realm. It is much different and more difficult working magic there. It may take several days to adjust.”

The best place to train would probably be the War Room. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to battle Doomsday again… Phil thought as he headed to the lower levels. With almost everyone gone, the base had an eerie vibe to it.

It turned out that the War Room was not empty. From the observation deck, Phil saw two-thirds of Ditto battling a teleporting villain that Phil did not recognize.

“Yo! Ditto! I call next round!” he called down to his teammate.

the Green Lantern Corps

Varn was entering Oa’s atmosphere after his trip to his homeplanet when he received a message on his ring.

“All Lanterns receiving this message report to Lantern Salaak outside of the Central Battery for an emergency situation in sector 1-8-6-1... All Lanterns receiving this mes…”

“Ring, what’s this about?” Varn asked.

A long, wizened face appeared out of Varn’s ring as he headed towards the Central Battery. “I am unable to comply at this time, sir,” replied the ring from its mustachioed avatar.

Varn frowned. “No spoilers I guess.” Varn spied the four-armed Salaak near the Battery. Several other Green Lanterns were already gathered in the area. The Lantern from Rann found a spot next to a Lantern he didn’t know, who was wearing a white shirt.

“Hey, I’m Varn Tharas from Rann. It’s in sector 2682,” the Rannian said to the green-eyed lantern, producing his hand in the traditional Rannian greeting. “You know what this is about? I guess it must be big if they’re calling in all these Lanterns from other sectors.”

the Green Lantern Corps

The Kid Lantern said
when he became a joke it killed it for me.~KL~

Was this before or after New 52? I've been reading the new 52 GL comics lately.

the Green Lantern Corps

Green Lantern ring held out in front of him, Varn Tharas glided through the air of his home planet, Rann. He didn’t need the jetpack construct, but it was a part of the Rannian national garb, and made him feel more at home. In fact, Varn had modified his entire Green Lantern uniform to look more Rannian: most of the uniform was green, with white straps formed an “X” across his chest, gloves and boots in the Rannian style, all topped off with a Rannian soldier’s helmet.

“Varn-o! How are you, my boy?” Sarnth Tharas greeted his son. “Come back here to see your old man, finally? All’s calm in the cosmos?”

“Dad, don’t act like it’s been so long. I saw you last time I was planetside,” Varn replied, floating to floor and dissipating his jetpack.

“You were busy saving the world. Besides, ya had that dasting parchuuk with you.” Sarnth spat at the memory.

“I know dad. I might have been young when Mom died, but I still remember that day…” Varn lost his thoughts in the memory. People screaming, people dying. It was a war, after all. Varn shook his head to return it to the present. “I know he’s from Thanagar, but he’s the other Green Lantern of this sector. As much as I hate to, I have to work with him occasionally.”

“Just don’t bring him round here. Rann may not be at war anymore, but we haven’t forgotten,” Sarnth said. “Don’t you forget, my boy. Ever.” The two sat brooding over the past. Finally, Sarnth broke the silence. “So what did you come all the way to Rann for? Surely not to visit this dusty museum,” he said, gesturing to the skeletons of prehistoric creatures that surrounded and dwarfed the two of them.

“I just thought I’d stop in before going back to Oa. I have to report in to the blue munchkins. And don’t call it dusty! I love this place! It’s practically where I grew up, after all. Look,” Varn said, and with a flash of his ring, created a construct.

“Ah! the razor-mouth sea-devil, the scourge of the seas from over a million years ago,” Sarnth marveled at the construct. “That was always one of your favorites as a boy, I remember. It’s good to see you still know where you came from. Don’t loose that out in the stars, my boy. Remember, you are a son of Rann first, son of mine second, and then maybe a Green Lantern a distant third. Blood’s thicker than light.” He chuckled at his own joke, but the sentiment was deadly serious.

“I won’t, Dad… Rann above all.” Varn recited the motto, but wasn’t sure if it rang true.

Justice Underground

Anyone still in this?

Young Justice 2020

I'm on Titan pad if you want to bounce around ideas

New Irregulars of Astro City

“You went through an awful lot of trouble to get this feed to me,” Spaceman asked as he flew high about Astro City, tablet in hand. The small computer depicted a hulking human with a class of kidnapped students. I just need to keep him talking till I can figure out where they are. “What do you want with me, Hominid?”

“Yes, well, I figured this was the only way to hold your attention for any length of time. Here’s the deal: all you have to do is listen to a little… proposition I have, and these wonderful children here won’t die,” Hominid said grasping one of the students by the throat. He always drolls on in that pretentious pseudo-British accent. For a man that has supposedly lived forever, you would think he would have it down by now. He sounds like a knock-off Tim Curry.

“Look, mate, I must feed on living humans to survive, and I will survive. A regular human would last me about a month, maybe, if its particularly virile. But I find most humans, sadly, disappointing. After all, I do have a bit of flesh to feed!” The caveman bellowed out a chorus of laughter, slapping his own over-sized frame.

“Now, I can go on like this, feeding on thousands of humans in hundreds of years… Orrrr, you could simply let me feed on you. Your life-force has that wonderful energy attached to it, I would be sated for centuriesss. Why, you would be such a humanitarian. Think of the lives you would save. And I do promise to leave you a little life left. You could get on with your life–”

“No.” Hominid was taken aback by Spaceman’s abrupt answer. There they are, in that abandoned factory.

“But I have not finished extolling all of my reasoning. I assure you, this is the most humanitarian–”

“Enough. I’ve heard enough.” Neil scowled, his eyes narrowing, focusing on the building.

Obviously flustered by his lack of traction, Hominid had dropped his ridiculous accent. “If you don’t let me feed on you, then I will feed on others. You might as well have killed those with your bare hands!”

A volley of energy rocketed from Spaceman’s hand, blasting open the ceiling like a tin can, casting all into confusion and chaos. Spaceman can down directly on Hominid, blasting the over-sized Neanderthal with purple energy, knocking the brute out.

“Words never seem to be enough,” Spaceman said to himself.

Justice Underground

Paydirt was late for his meeting with Swordfish. He had encountered a like-minded individual calling himself "the Trickster", who had also talked to Swordfish. Hopefully they could still make it to the meeting in Crime Alley.